born of a woman
with a scarlet cheek;
dyed your hair mahogany,
embedded rice into your knees.

cantonese cuisine all night.
pale fire, then i'm not quite ripe.
i may moan to ease the silence;
beauty painted despite blindness.
catalogues categorize care;
your bullet missed, but by a hair.

my heart, the sponge, collects liquid sin-
impossibilites caused by kin.
tell the lover, she's my bridge,
specific, lovely moving ridge.

there is a world upon my arm,
the people breathe as you are warm.
and as your world is safe from harm,
mine is saved from red alarm.

the rain mimics river,
the rust loves the rot.
the mind plus the ocean
equals every war fought.
disturbing the damp
with a cold hand to warn;
from earth-escaped sighs
to audibly mourn.